Betrayed by her fiance and her family, Ellie thought, for a fleeting moment, that being tied down to a ghost she had never known was the only option. But that was until a wild thought banged her head. "Run, Ellie!" Her mind screamed. The heart is always right, they say, and at that point in her life, Ellie had no one to trust but her shattered heart. She ran into a new city, and as if fate had chosen to compensate her for all the sufferings she had gone through, she crashed with someone who swept her off her feet on their very first encounter. But months later, a call came through from home: "Ellie, my child. You need to come ASAP! Your father has been seriously ill. Your father needs you now more than ever." The voice of her nanny echoed through the line. The following morning, Ellie was once again packing her bags and saying goodbye to the love she had found. Finding her father on his sick bed and with a swam of doctors surrounding him broke Ellie's heart into a million pieces. And then came her father's plea in his sick bed. "My dear, I am giving you a choice out of this, but on one condition: that you have to meet your betrothed even just this once. Whatever you decide after that, I, your father, will respect your decision." This was what Ellie had always wished for, but given the situation, she knew she could not upset her father. She had to concede. But the moment her supposed ghost betrothed walked in, Ellie realized one thing: she had never known the face of betrayal until that particular moment!
I push myself inside and shut the door behind me. I drop my handbag on the grey settee and was about to head to the kitchen for a glass of cold milk when I noticed something on the floor.
Red stilettos three inches high!
I freeze, staring at the unfamiliar shoes.
Aside from the fact that I dislike the color red unless it's a rose, of course, this is not my size. Besides, I don't normally wear such high stilettos. I might also be a workaholic, but I am such a neat asshole who would rather get late for work rather than leave my house in a mess. I make sure everything is where it should be before I step out of my house. I also don't recall either Sherry or Rose owning these shoes, and even if they did, they can't be here without my knowledge because they don't have a spare key.
So, whose pair is this?
I shift my legs and shuffle upstairs, albeit with a heavy heart.
I thought I was dragging my legs and my lazy wasted ass, but I got to my bedroom door much faster than someone who ran up the stairs. Keep in mind that I have looked into the other two rooms in this house, but that pair of shoes appears to have entered the house miraculously. I didn't see anyone.
This is the only remaining room that I am about to check, and it's my bedroom. Nobody would dare to enter my bedroom except my boyfriend, who is not transgender, dah!!
I slowly turn the door open, and the first thing that greets me...
"Oooh... aah... Faster Leo... Oh, my..."
"Oh, my goodness! LEO!" I assist the blonde babe beneath him in moaning, but mine echoes with a loud scream.
My phone, along with my jaw, drops to the floor as their ugly faces snap at me. My mind spins a thousand degrees. I am benumbed!
I blink a couple of times, hoping to open my eyes and realize I'm just dreaming, but...
"Ellie." More horrendous than the sight of his standing tail between his legs is the way he flatly mumbles my name as he hovers off the whore, his dick leaving her hole with an annoying noise.
I am still in denial. That is why I am not crying. But this pain is tearing my heart from inside, perhaps summoning me to wake up to the disgusting absurdity before me. But, how can this be?
This is so not happening!
I lean against the wall, tears streaming down my cheeks. Finally! I guess reality just hit me now. I'm trembling, unable to believe that this two-legged snake by the name of my stepsister and my man are shamelessly screwing in my own home. And in my bed!
What the fuck is this?
No, way! No, how? How did things come to this point? The point of my fiance fucking a whore who happens to be my stepsister in my very own bed? How long have they been making a fool of me, to the point of bringing this heinous act into my bed?
"I'm sorry you had to learn this the hard way."
I snap my eyes open in the direction of this smelly, rotten bitch. She has the nerve to open her stinking mouth to me after sucking the balls of this... I dash to her from the corner of my bed, where she is perched, and trying to cover her pathetic nakedness with the duvet.
Wasted efforts, though! She can't even get the suffocating smell of their fornication out of this room. I am choking on it. Everything stinks! They both stink!
I swirl around and serve her what I can afford.
"Aaah!" She hadn't expected that. I savor the pain she is experiencing as a result of that resounding slap before grabbing her by the neck and dragging her from the bed.
"You bitch, let me go!" She screeches while struggling to breathe.
I smash her ugly body on the cold floor. She screams once again. "The floor would have suit you better, if there was mud or garbage on it. Because that is what you are - a shameless, disgusting trash, Nelly!"
Leo begins to walk to her aid, but I give him a firey look. Just one glance was enough to stop him in his steps. I'm glad he was quick enough to pull his jeans on; otherwise, I don't think I could stand both of them naked any longer. His white boxer is still on the floor, along with the clothes of this other bitch.
I have a million questions. I need answers. But not in front of her. I'll deal with her later. In another way.
I try to keep my cool and look her in the eyes after she manages to get to her feet. "Collect your belongings and leave my sight and my house. Make sure you are the one to explain this to Dad and your mother so you can sugarcoat it a little, because if you let me do it, I don't think my father will want to keep an illegitimate immoral bitch in his house for another minute."
She scoffs, "Don't you worry. I will proudly tell my mother about this act of mine. I don't think your father has time for such nonsense, though. But if he finds out, I believe he will thank me, and you should do the same, because you no longer have to break Leo's heart when you finally embrace your fate tomorrow. Or have you forgotten what your twentieth birthday entails? I can invigorate your memory."
She is neither ashamed of her betrayal nor remorseful about it. What a gutty witch, huh! "You don't have to," I squeal, taking a step closer, "I am fully aware, and I was in total control of everything. I had it all in controll, until you decided to screw my boyfriend and ruin everything for me. I swear there will come a time when I will make you pay for this betrayal. That I pinky swear! You know how possessive I am of what belongs to me. I don't share, and this, Leo, was mine! He was my man! Yet you had to mess with me like this. Get ready for my karma. It will be served hot and spicy."
She collects her pieces of clothes from the ground, and she has no remorse about swinging her naked ass in my face. How deplorable! Even though Leo and I have been dating for two years, I can't picture ever swaying my naked body in front of him like this harlot is doing. Her front? Yack!
"Leo, you know where to find me." She remarks as she leans in to kiss his lips, and this shameless he-dog has the audacity to kiss her in return? Under my watch? So, when did they get this comfy? wasn't this a one-time fuck?
She is purposefully rubbing her enormous boobs against his bare chest, which makes me regret all the times I have lied on this chest. I curse the day I met this bastard.
She exits the room, but opting to take pleasure in irritating me much further as she does so.. "Out of pity for pain," she starts, earning my full attention, "the fact that this didn't just start today is something else I would like you to get in your bullhead, dear sister. I have been so kind to your partner, giving him the fulfillment you have been withholding from him all along while you have been busy killing yourself at work. We have been servicing each other for..."
"Nelly!"
Ooh! The cheating jerk just found its voice!
Yahallah!
"Chiao, baby. See you around."
She slams the door, leaving me alone with this complete stranger whom I don't even recognize.
I believed in the things he showed me and I was convinced that they were all true. The affection, the adoration, the love, the fucking promises. Every gawddamned shit that spewed from his mouth! I foolishly fell for it all. I believed in the great love we shared. What a great way to open my eyes, huh? With Nelly? I could have maybe understood a little if it was some other bitch. But, Nelly?
My eyelids are covered in tears, but I can still see him albeit blurry. Somebody tell me why his head is now bowed? Did he suddenly grow a conscience?
"Why Leo? How on fucking hell did we get here?" I ask, tears streaming down my cheeks again. I thought pain had slapped me, but if that was pain, I don't know what to call this slapping sensation that robbing me of even the ability to breathe, probably.
He keeps a straight face for a moment, making me think a little. What did I ever do to deserve this?
"What is the reason why you would hate me this much?"
"Ellie, it's for the best! You have a carved-in-stone fate awaiting you tomorrow. You will start a new life and I have to do the same. We have got nothing to fight your fate, and that fate does not include me. It is that simple."
Really? That is all the explanation I deserve? He had to make that point only in this way? I take a step closer, my anger dripping with heated venom. "I was fighting for you, Leo. For us. Because of the intense love, I believed we shared. If you knew you wouldn't support me to the very end, why then did you allow us to come this far? Why did you have to humiliate me this way, make me feel like trash, and hurt me this much? Is screwing that whore, that bitch, on my bed your greatest idea to slap the reality into me? Did you have to disrespect me this much just for you to prove a point?
"The deed is done, ELLIE! And we don't stand a chance against your father." He is even yelling at me now. He is so done with me.
I weep. Bitterly! And all he does is just stare at everywhere in the room but my direction.
This moron was the love of my life. I loved him so much, and God knows it. However, everything has a limit. I love and respect myself way too much to false myself on a worthless idiot like him. I guess this is where it all ends. To hell with the hopes and plans we shared, to hell with my clinging to this phony love, and to hell with my belief that he will be the one to rescue me from my impending doom tomorrow. Fuck all the time I wasted with him!
This battle is now mine alone!
"Ellie..."
"You know what I most regret?" I cut him off. He had all the time in the world to speak, now it's my turn. "It is me placing my entire faith in you like a fool, and falling for your lies," I say, calmly.
"You know that I did love..."
I wave my index finger to cut him off. "It will take more than simply screwing my sister or fucking any other useless bitch to break Miss Riccaford, Leo. I will eventually get past the hurt and resentment I feel towards you right now. That was such a cheap move for a man! Nonetheless, I will set both of us free. Go and be with her or any other bitch that you damn please because I, ELLIE MARRIE RICCAFORD, BREAK UP WITH YOU, LEO DYLAN THEODORE!"
I spent years cleaning up a man. We were in love, or should I better say, I was in love, because in the end, that is what that shit felt. After all that I did for him, he heartlessly broke my heart. Found him in bed with our wedding planner two weeks to our wedding. And he had the balls to take pleasure in my pains. I almost became a murderer that night. Almost killed a man. I put the very first stain on my family's spotless name. My father could not take it. He distanced himself from me and stood a safe distance to watch the whole world raise against me. But in all this difficult and trying moment, one thing remained my solace and my beacon of all the good vibes that I yearned for - Joe Fredrick Montana. My stepbrother. And before we knew it, the connection bloomed into something we both never anticipated. It is wrong, yet so strong! It is forbidden, yet irresistible. For a while, none of us seemed to care about the consequences of our steamy undercover affairs, until something that threatens to tear everything between us and beyond happens. This, is our story!
Her grave sin was her spellbinding allure that blurred the blood-tie line for him, and his grave mistake was obsessing over a girl he was supposed to exterminate. The vicious King of Evil, the one who didn't have a heart, now finds himself trapped between vengeance, and the irresistible burning desires for the only remaining enemy he has left - and she, oblivious of the abysm of the evil he exudes, is determined to liberate herself from the cage of the monster at all costs. But her desires are inconceivable. Absurd! invalid dreams- or so did everyone thought, until things started taking a turn. What transpires when the vicious heartless monster finds himself at the feet of his culprit? What more miseries await Ella when the truth of her connection with the monster and the mystery besieging her get revealed?
“You are a cold-blooded psycho! Get your filthy-blood-stained hands off me!” Through clenched teeth, Irma shrieked as she battled to liberate herself from the man's barbarous hold. His eyes were a refulgent inferno. They held an insidious fire of lust as they thrived deeper into her debilitated ones. "How flattering!” The man sneered, and Irma froze. A ripple of both ice and fire skint in her nerves at the man’s vexatious riposte. Before she could amass any little bravery left in her, the man spoke again in a hoarse tremor, erupting a chill down her spinal tube. “But if you don't watch your sweet-dirty-mouth, you snoopy, pesky brat, my third leg will shut it for you! Or maybe," he wavered, and fixed his dangerous lascivious gazes on hers, gently stroking her hair as if petting his sweet wild pet, “Is that what you want, huh, little kitten?” A freelance journalist, flaming with ardent desires to unveil the secrets behind the series of mysterious disappearances happening in the city. Her hunch points her to the dark underworld of the mafia, and unfortunately, she crashes into LUCCA DE’MATTHEW - the other name for terror! Their encounter will evoke a catastrophe that only they can solve. But how, if their mere beingness is a menace to each other?
She got pregnant by the man she loved, but he left her. To protect the image of their family, Ayana Salma De’Mario was grounded and hidden like a bad omen, together with her child. Five years later, she knows only the walls of her room, her sweet five-year-old girl, her paintings, the young student she is teaching, and this mysterious ghost lover whom she has never met. But a tragedy strikes their family empire. In need of a savior, her family decided to trade the black sheep of the family to save their company. And in the picture enters the cold-hearted Adam Stone De'Leon, the most notorious heartbreaker the city has ever had. A proud womanizer who parades his sins as if they are crowns. But the moment he meets Ayana, something changes—something that leaves his walls in shambles. His heart starts beating for Ayana in ways he never imagined. He would go to any extreme to have her. Can she really resist him, or will she also make it to the list of uncountable women he has knacked and tossed aside like trash?
She was all alone, wallowing in divine grief and lamenting her losses. She had nothing to call her own, and all her wounds had refused to heal. She yearned for just one thing now—to disconnect from the cruel world. In the darkness, she closed her eyes, hoping to awaken in a place of tranquility—in heaven, surrounded by the beautiful souls she had lost. But to her bewilder, she found herself in bed the next morning with someone she would never have anticipated seeing again, especially in the darkest moment of her life—Liam Morgan Adams. Her ex. And he came with his own overflowing bucket of surprisal and sorrows that, for reasons best known to him, only Lynn could help him carry. "Bear me a child, Lynn. The price is yours to name.” He spoke, and everything in Lynn froze. A child! Her head spun some degrees, and when it settled, she squinted as the raw memories of her past pains surged in, fused with the memories of what they once had. And his constant, desperate plea left her between a rock and a hard place. Can she do this? Can this be her redemption? And Liam, why would a filthy, married billionaire ask for a child out of wedlock? And why Lynn, of all people?
"But all these scars, they will always remind you of the beast that I am." He said with a faint voice, caressing the scars on her face. "Not when they can be turned into beautiful scars." Her response echoed with confusion and incredulity to him. How could all the pain he had inflicted on her turn into something good? A broken and desperate depressed Billionaire, and the poorest of all naive girl who just lost everything in a blink of an eye, and her mother just traded her like a piece of trash. They are to be bound together by a contract as husband and wife for just five months. Everything seems to be under control, until one night of total madness that complicates everything. She had done and sacrificed so much for him, asking nothing in return or ever complaining. In return, he asked for one night to treat her like the loving wife she was supposed to be. One night they surrendered and lost their souls to each other, marking the beginning of their unquenchable thirsts for each other. In the short run, a bond is formed. What happens if the two of them break the major rule of the contract? Who will bear the blame? What's the punishment for such an offense? Nobody wants to let the other go. Can they forget about the contract and embrace what they feel for each other? But what happens when his real love returns? His crush. His first love. The one he once went insane for. She doesn't return empty-handed. She is seven months pregnant with the son he thought she lost. What will he do? Wait... His passionate nights with his contract wife bore fruits too. She is expecting his child. Will he marry both of them, or who will he choose?
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
He has all the traits that you wished for your dream man to have. Power, money, perfection, handsomeness and a body like a Greek God. But he's inlove. He's inlove with her. For him, she was the completion of his dream, a perfect wife and a mother to be with his children. He would give her everything including his own life. He would sacrifice his world for her. But she left him. She betrayed him. She broke his heart into pieces. And he turned into a cold, heartless, rude and an arrogant billionaire, who would do everything to show her that she's no longer important into his life. Even though the truth is the opposite of what he is doing. His heart still aching for her. And that's when he met me. I applied as his Personal Assistant to fulfill my bucket list of dreams. To explore my life and experience everything. He offered me a deal. He asked me to marry him just to show his ex that he already moved on. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "She's pregnant." He blurted out and i almost stumbled on where i am standing. I just gripped the backrest of the couch to support my weight. The pain creeping in my heart is unbearable but i managed to stay calm. "Wow! Congratulations!" I said faking my excitement as i remembered him saying... -cheating would not be the reason to break our marriage- of course i couldn't accuse him of this as 'cheating' because she was the real reason why we are pretending as a couple. He still love her. He's still inlove with her. And that's when i made the biggest decision in my life. Taking all my strength and a piece of my heart that still hanging on a thin rope... I left him. Taking also my biggest secret in me... that i've already fallen inlove with him. And somehow i learned a lesson; 'Loving someone who doesn't love you back isn't as hard as loving someone who still inlove with his ex and who only uses you to get her back again into his life..'
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Olivia White replaced her sister to be engaged to Vincent Barton. She thought that the one she married would be a disabled man with notorious reputation, while to her surprise, Vincent is actually very handsome with great figure. What’s more, he treats her so well that he tends to satisfy all her requirements with no limits. In front of the public, he is the ruthless heir to the Emperor, while in front of her, he is her clingy husband who only belongs to her.